Short Ignorantly Poems
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Evil deeds aren't committed by evil people necessarily.
More times than none it's the innocent ones who commit evil ignorantly.
A badly crazed, disgustingly earnest feline
grossly, haughtily, ignorantly judges kangaroos,
losing many niggling oppressed pumas
quietly reserving skunks to understand
very wayward x-rays, you Zebras.
a heart full of kindness requires a presences of mind
not one full of knowledge just present in time
awareness that time is a gift hard to find,
giving time as a present gifts a presence of kind
whilst a heartless mind is ignorantly blind
Achingly
Beautiful
Courageously
Deft
Energetically
Frivolous
Gaily
Happy
Ignorantly
Joyful
Kind
Lovely
Magnanimously
Nobly
Open
Preciously
Queenly
Rare
Splendid
Terrifically
Unsuspected
Voraciously
Wicked
Yearningly
Zany
If you eat the body
And drink the blood
Of Jesus Christ ignorantly
You will go astray.
If you eat the body
And drink the blood
Of Jesus Christ wisely
You will live internally.
May 06/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Where power rests
On a bed of roses
Citizens ignorantly lie
On artificial beds of ashes
Wearing old sack clothes
Moving in the morning
Without washing faces
And cleaning their legs
Then the nation’s dogs
Will bark without biting
Sleeping with eyes closed
My pain.
My grief.
My emotions are my own.
My existence verified thru them alone.
I have me own creed.
My creed, mine alone.
But in the end, those around me.
Slowly, precisely, ignorantly, they cut away.
All that remains.
My destiny.
Shaped by them.
Them alone.
Form:
I remember the days of the golden sun
When the summer were warm
And I laid watching the blue sky
The white clouds passing by
Ignorantly mindful and still
Hearing nothing but bird song
And the breeze on my face
I long now to find my way back to this place.
We never know of mistakes -
Or the lie that we are living.
We lose our sense of awareness,
Tell ourselves we are believing.
But those weights grow heavy -
As we ignorantly trudge through skies.
Uplifted ‘til we realize,
Then we fall to our demise.
- And this feeling, it isn’t freeing,
For we bound ourselves to lies.
We never know we’re dreaming -
Until we open our dreaming eyes.
Looking inside of an old conducter's watch,
Pausing to reflect. Like a small planet or
universe, life moving in sync.
Harmony, rhythm, bodies in motion.
Fast & slow moving & working together,
each doing its part individualy.
Noticing a delicate piece moving in
rythm with my heart. Out of curiosty,
I ignorantly, carelessly,
selfishly imposing my will against it,
touch it, disrupt it.
The old watch stops.
So does time.
Form:
Why can you not see into my soul?
So unaware you stare, and are too inept to play the role.
Through your haze I gaze and try to clear the dirt
That you think you hide with your fancy jewels and new shirt.
A murky aura and false intentions guide you day by day.
I will not just sit back and watch this "game" you play.
Ignorantly you slide and cowardly you distrust
That we can all see through you, but you don't have the power to see us.
I am a word junkie
I cannot get enough of them
The more I learn, the more I realize
How few words I know
When I put a dictionary on my lap
And begin flipping through it,
I am amazed.
I feel illiterate,
How I can write anything at all
is a mystery to me.
Did my teachers know these words?
Why did they not teach them to me?
I am bereft
Forlorn, humbled
So I have to hide the dictionary from myself
So I can continue on, ignorantly writing away without words.
I use to be strong.
I used to belong.
I used to be not so far hopelessly gone.
There really is no point with any of this, is there?
Life no sooner emerges, then it soon disappears.
Most just ignorantly say that's the natural cycle of things,
but what about when Love enters the equation?
That changes everything.
I use to suffer fewer losses.
I use to carry less heavier crosses.
I use to find life worth living.
Now I'm just not sure anymore about anything.
Depression
Violence
Money
***********
Proliferated by vain and vapid artistry
Break and take the young of our society
She says to them
Our stolen water is sweet
And you'll find the secret bread a delectable treat
So why don't you come into our palace and eat
Stepping into the opulent hall
He unknowingly falls into the depths of hell
Pure things he hated
By selfishness he was dictated
Vile and vacuous things he created
No legacy left his life wasted
Propagated